EBE Chapter 821 Wagner's Tactics
Chapter 821 Wagner's Tactics
Chapter 821 Wagner's Tactics
Mandalorian Space, Kalevala.
A farm more than 300 kilometers away from the city.
A Gozanti-class light cruiser adjusted its attitude and slowly landed on the farmland, its five disc-shaped support legs sinking deep into the mud to stabilize the transport ship.
The Gozanti-class light cruiser is also known as the "Imperial Cargo Ship" because it is the most numerous transport ship deployed by the Galactic Empire. At this moment, the stern hatch of this yellow and black Imperial Cargo Ship quickly opened and closed, forming a landing ramp. The two turrets on the back of the ship rotated and pointed in different directions to begin their alert. A large group of people disembarked from the ship's hold.
"Hurry, hurry, move faster!"
"A man holding a gun urged impatiently."
While urging him on, they reached out and pushed him.
The standard crew of the Gozanti-class light cruiser, including the crew who operate the spaceship, is thirty people. However, more than a hundred people walked out of the cabin. It is hard to imagine how so many people squeezed into this cargo ship.
"Everyone stand in a line!"
"It said a row, not a column!"
"Damn it, I told you to get over there and stand properly!"
Five men dressed in black and yellow assault team armor and carrying blaster guns were trying to direct the operation. After some pushing, shoving, insults, punches and kicks, the people who had come out of the cabin finally managed to form a crooked line next to the spaceship.
"Everyone, quiet down, listen to me."
A man with a thick, curly beard approached the crowd, cleared his throat, and was about to speak when he noticed two young, curly-haired, brown-skinned men in the crowd still whispering to each other in a language he couldn't understand.
Upon seeing this, the bearded man frowned, and without saying a word, he drew his explosive pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger directly at the two men.
"Biu!"
A scorching beam of energy grazed past one of the men's ears, instantly obliterating the black curly hair on the side of his face, while the surrounding greasy hair curled and twisted from the heat.
"what!"
The young man was stunned with fear, and the people around him became agitated at the sight. They only quieted down after being ordered to do so by several other men with guns.
"Alright, now listen to me."
The bearded man was finally able to speak:
"Before you boarded the ship, the Brotherhood's recruiter should have already explained the contract terms to you. I'm repeating it here so that some of you fools won't forget."
The bearded man scanned the crowd and said:
"The standard recruitment fee is 500 assimilation points per person, which will be paid in full at the end of the campaign. Note that if you die, your share of the reward will not be paid to your friends."
"Regarding spoils, I know you're all very interested in this. The assimilation points you gain from killing enemies in battle belong entirely to you; you don't need to hand them over. So, the more you kill, the more you get—it's all up to your ability. As for the weapons, equipment, ammunition, supplies, and other items you capture in battle, they all belong to you as well."
The bearded man smirked as he spoke.
The crowd looked excited after hearing this.
"But there is one exception!"
The bearded man suddenly changed the subject.
He picked up a small, iron-gray steel ingot between two fingers, held it to his cheek, and swept his sharp gaze across the people in front of him. His tone was stern and earnest as he spoke:
"This is Bescar steel, also known as Mandalorian iron. Any items you seize that are made from this material, whether they are armor, weapons, mechanical devices, or anything else, must be handed over to me. Understand?"
“We will inspect all the items you have seized. Don’t even think about keeping anything for yourself. If we find anything, it will be considered a breach of contract. Not only will you not get the 500 assimilation points, but you will also lose a precious reincarnation life—I will kill you on the spot!”
The bearded man glared at him and warned.
The crowd fell silent upon seeing his appearance.
The bearded man continued in a more relaxed tone:
"We will issue each of you a BK-43 blast rifle and a plastic steel breastplate. Remember, this is on loan and you must return it after each battle. Or you can have your own weapon, hmm... it seems you already have one."
The bearded man saw a middle-aged man in the crowd tightly clutching an MA37 assault rifle, smiled but said nothing, and waved for his men to open the spaceship's cargo hold.
The cargo hold of the Gozanti-class light cruiser was opened with a "click," revealing a neat row of BK-43 blaster rifles and white plastic steel breastplates displayed on the gun racks inside.
The onlookers immediately gasped for breath and their eyes lit up.
These new recruits almost all lacked their own weapons and armor, and were completely penniless. Anyone with a family fortune would not have participated in the recruitment of the Lucich Mercenary Group. What was now in front of them were sci-fi weapons and equipment from the Star Wars canon universe. Even the most basic blaster rifle and plastic steel chest armor were sci-fi level equipment.
The BK-43 blaster rifle looks almost identical to the real-world AK-47 assault rifle, continuing the Star Wars tradition of taking props from World War II sets. However, no matter how similar it looks, it is still a blaster weapon, and its penetration power and ammunition capacity far exceed those of real-world individual automatic weapons.
Don't be fooled by how easily the stormtroopers in the movie are taken down by the protagonist with a single shot. After all, the protagonists are using explosive weapons. As a science fiction material, plastic steel has a much stronger defensive capability than the individual bulletproof vests with Kevlar fiber and boron carbide ceramic plates in the real world, and it is also lighter.
"Now, I'll teach you how to use it."
The bearded man picked up a blaster rifle.
The blaster is a common, basic firearm in the Star Wars universe, but it is still a highly technological directed energy weapon. Its technological sophistication lies in the fact that, like other directed energy weapons, the blaster can actively adjust its power.
While live-fire weapons can adjust their power by increasing or decreasing the propellant charge or changing the type of projectile, it is not as convenient as directed energy weapons. Moreover, the caliber of the weapon remains unchanged regardless of the type of bullet used.
Almost all blaster firearms, unless they are extremely cheap to manufacture or have a particularly simple structure, possess this function: adjusting the output of blast gas to regulate the power of a single shot.
If the enemy units are all unarmored, the power can be reduced appropriately, and the power can even be lower than some non-lethal police equipment. In this mode, a single magazine (compressed blast energy canister) can fire hundreds of blast energy beams.
However, if the enemies you are facing are all wearing armor, or are some tough-skinned alien races with their own shells, you can actively increase the power. But in this case, the ammunition capacity of a single magazine may be reduced to only a dozen or so blast beams.
Therefore, the ammunition capacity of the blaster is variable.
For blaster weapons, it's quite normal for a pistol to have more power than a rifle. Han Solo's DL-44 heavy blaster pistol is this type; a single shot can penetrate the armor of a stormtrooper. Generally speaking, the wider the power adjustment range of a blaster weapon, the more expensive and advanced it is.
Under the command of the reincarnators of the Lucich Mercenary Group, the new reincarnators received their energy rifles and plastic steel breastplates, and after putting them on, they all looked full of ambition.
"Okay, one last reminder."
The bearded man waved for them to look over:
"Receiving weapons and armor does not mean you have become a formal member of the Lucich Mercenary Group or the Sontsev Brotherhood. You are still a free reincarnator. Obey orders and complete missions to earn your share of assimilation points."
"Understood, sir." "Yes, sir."
Those who received the weapons were somewhat excited.
The Songcaiwo Brotherhood is, after all, one of the five major societies in the Reincarnation World selected by the Order of the Alliance, and it is said that it only recruits Slavic members. Naturally, it is not so easy for them to join. They are not even peripheral members. It is already very good that they can get some benefits with such a large Reincarnation Society.
The bearded man pulled out a data tablet and held it in his palm. A three-dimensional terrain map was projected onto the tablet, marked with a green dot and a red dot.
People gathered around to take a closer look.
"This is where we are right now."
The bearded man pointed to the green dot and said.
"This village is our mission objective."
He then pointed to the red dot and zoomed in.
The terrain and buildings are presented more intuitively.
That's all the intelligence we have.
The bearded man turned off the holographic projection and said:
"Now, grab your weapons and get going."
As he spoke, another Gozanti-class light cruiser landed, its cargo hold doors opened, and several Reincarnators from the Lucich mercenary group quickly disembarked and began unloading the massive gun barrels and quadruped supports from the cargo hold.
Uh, so... so we're setting off already?
The reincarnators were still a little confused.
"Hurry, hurry, speed is of the essence in war."
Urged on by the players of the Lucich Mercenary Group, these hastily armed reincarnators formed loose groups of two or three with people they knew and set off together towards the sparse woods in the distance, soon disappearing from sight.
Meanwhile, the other players in the Lucich mercenary group had also assembled two cannons. Four thick mechanical giant feet were deeply embedded in the ground, supporting the heavy cannon barrels, and the huge fourteen-meter-long barrels were pointing obliquely at the sky.
AV-7 long-range self-propelled attack artillery.
This is a type of self-propelled artillery with mechanical legs used by the clone troopers during the Galactic Republic era. It has a long range and can perform indirect fire attacks, firing plasma swarms of projectiles.
The two reincarnators took their seats in the cannons.
The bearded man picked up the data tablet again and began to operate it by tapping and swiping on the screen. The five black Imperial exploration robots beside him rose up and flew into the distant sky.
……
In the woods fifteen kilometers away.
Three reincarnators wearing white plastic steel breastplates and carrying BK-43 blast rifles were trekking through the rugged mountains.
Where are we now?
One player stopped, put his hand on his knee, and asked:
"How far is it from that village?"
"To be honest, I don't know either."
Another player took a breath and looked up to observe:
"But the general direction should be correct."
The long march of more than ten kilometers had worn away the excitement of the three men when they first received their weapons and equipment. At this moment, the three men no longer cared about concealment during the march, and only wanted to reach the mission objective as soon as possible and start a thrilling battle.
"Hey, look, what's that?"
One player suddenly pointed forward.
The two looked in the direction he was pointing, and through the gaps in the branches and leaves, they saw a building on the distant plain that they couldn't tell if it was a barn or a watchtower. Almost at the same time they saw the building, they realized it was a structure.
Red flashes also lit up the top of the building.
"Beep!" "Beep!" "Beep!" "Beep!"
A red beam of light shot out with a sharp whistle, instantly obliterating the upper body of the player at the front, along with his plastic steel breastplate, into a cloud of blood mist. More explosive beams struck the forest, blasting tree trunks into splinters and sending branches and leaves flying with a crackling sound.
"Get down! Get down!"
The remaining two players finally reacted, immediately throwing themselves to the ground and rolling down the slope covered with withered branches and fallen leaves into the ditch. Hearing the cracking of branches around them and smelling the acrid smell of blood and flesh in the air, the two lay trembling in the ditch, pressing their bodies low and not daring to move an inch.
Meanwhile, high in the sky above the forest, an Imperial reconnaissance robot resembling a black jellyfish was quietly observing, and the information was quickly sent to the rear via data link.
At the same time, next to the Gozanti-class light cruiser, the bearded man looked at the latest information transmitted back from the data tablet in his hand, waved and shouted to his teammates sitting on the gun mount:
"Fire position detected!"
The gunner, seated on the side of the gun barrel, nodded. Information transmitted via the data link was displayed on the retinal screen of his helmet, and he began to quickly set the firing parameters.
"Direction 3220 mil, gauge 105-08, elevation +12 mil, left wind correction 1-50, full charge, instantaneous fuse... loading complete, safety released."
The gunner muttered firing parameters like a spell, controlling the automatic loader to load the shell into the breech, his finger hovering over the firing button for a brief second.
Then, he simply pressed the red button.
With a strange muffled thud, the AV-7 long-range self-propelled howitzer lurched backward, a blue halo erupting from its muzzle, before disappearing into the distant horizon in a flash.
……
"boom----"
The plasma cannonball landed next to the towering barn, exploding in orange-yellow flames and blasting a huge gap in the building's foundation. The barn began to tilt and collapse, grain gushing out through the gap, until the towering barn finally fell into the dust.
……
"Another firing point has been taken down."
The bearded man stared at the holographic map, secretly making plans.
……
At that moment, five or six kilometers away from this forest, on a hillside, four Reincarnators wearing white plastic steel breastplates and carrying BK-43 blast rifles were hurrying down the hill. They were running quickly through the bushes when suddenly...
"Click".
The crisp sound of a metal spring pin.
One player suddenly froze in place.
His three companions in front of him turned around and looked at him.
Hey, everyone.
The player swallowed hard.
"I think, I think I stepped on a landmine."
The other three players' expressions immediately changed drastically.
"Stay away from him! Stay away from him!"
The three companions began to back away, fearing the blast wave from the landmine, while constantly turning their heads to check the ground around them. The unfortunate one who had stepped on the landmine was clearly still resentful, his face pale as he looked at his companions and said:
"I heard that if you hold the shoes in place before taking them off, the fuse won't be triggered. I think I can still be saved..."
"Boom-"
Before the player could finish speaking, he was reduced to a pile of flying minced meat, with a large number of steel balls shooting in all directions, hitting the three players around him. Some of the balls bounced off the plastic steel breastplates, while others pierced deep into the thighs and necks.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The three people, covered in blood, were writhing on the ground in pain.
"Boom-"
Then another landmine was accidentally triggered.
A black robot silently floated across the sky, its disc-shaped head turning once, and the cameras and detectors embedded in its head captured the entire scene.
……
"There are anti-personnel mines in this area."
The bearded man drew a circle on the data tablet with his finger, marking a red area in the holographic projection.
…………
Similar scenarios are playing out repeatedly.
These players, who had just received their weapons and armor, died one after another in the outer areas of the battlefield—stepping on landmines, getting headshot by snipers, being shattered by blast cannons…
However, through their life-risking probing, the reincarnators of the Lucich mercenary group were able to obtain a wealth of battlefield information. Minefields were marked, and hidden firing positions were eliminated one by one by long-range indirect fire. This was information that could not be obtained through orbital scanning and high-altitude reconnaissance.
After these operations, the veil of secrecy surrounding the village was lifted, the fangs protecting the village were removed, and the Lucich mercenary group could now commit its main force to begin a formal attack.
A very classic Wagnerian tactic.
As the fastest-advancing force on the Russian-Ukrainian front, the Wagner mercenaries probed enemy firing positions by infiltrating with large numbers of small skirmishers, and then used artillery, missiles, and drones to eliminate them. This tactic was extremely efficient, but also resulted in huge losses.
The Wagner Group used a large number of hardened criminals and foreign volunteers as small infiltration forces, while the Lucich Mercenary Group was even cheaper, requiring only a plastic steel breastplate and a blaster rifle.
As for the 500 assimilation points in the contract?
Don't forget, according to the contract, only those who survive until the end of the battle can receive these assimilation points, while the dead cannot—and their friends cannot either! This means that even the cost of "compensation" is saved.
"almost."
The bearded man put away his data tablet and said.
At this moment, behind him, the B1 combat robot, the B2 super combat robot, and the BX special assault robot had somehow formed a dense and orderly formation with their weapons in hand, ready to go. The reincarnators all rolled up and mounted their flying motorcycles.
"attack!"
The bearded man waved his hand and gave the order.
…………
(End of this chapter)